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Thirty eightt

Author: Hyacinth_
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-11-03 00:49:03

Hillary

It’s Ben. Just Ben.

I cross the bed and throw myself into his arms, hugging him and crying.

“It’s okay, my love. You’re fine. I’ve got you,” he says, his voice calm and soothing, wrapping around me like warmth.

He lets me cry against his shoulder without asking a single question. Then, slowly, he guides us back to bed, pulling me close to his chest and drawing the blanket over us.

My heartbeat steadies as I listen to his and bask in his warmth. I slowly start to drift off again—in Bentl
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  • Falling For His Dirty Trap   One hundred and twenty

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  • Falling For His Dirty Trap   One hundred and nineteen

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    Bentley “Fuck off, and don’t come back if that thing isn’t perfect,” I snap, tossing his stupid presentation across the desk like it’s trash. “In fact, no one comes into this office anymore,” I hiss irritably.The junior analyst picks up the pieces of paper with trembling hands and quietly walks out of my office. Good. I can't stand the sight of anyone right now.“Karis!” I yell.She appears at the door, her face a mask of professional patience that I currently want to tear off. “If it isn't my wife, make sure no one comes an inch close to my door for the rest of today—in fact, for the rest of the week,” I growl.“Very well, sir,” she says.She lingers for a second too long, and I feel a wash of disgust. Why doesn’t anyone get anything right around here? I wave her off dismissively, and she finally leaves, closing the door softly behind her.My office looks like a rat lives in it. That’s because I haven’t gone home in three days. I haven’t left this room. I drop my legs off the desk

  • Falling For His Dirty Trap   One hundred and seventeen

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  • Falling For His Dirty Trap   One hundred and sixteen

    Hillary I clutch the piece of cloth to my bleeding chin, storming into our bedroom with tears strolling down my cheeks. Georgia and Nora stroll in after me, their faces twisted with concern. Ben is laying in the bed, looking entirely oblivious to the fact that his ex-girlfriend—or whatever the fuck she is—just attempted to murder me.“Hillary, I’m sorry,” I hear her annoying voice behind us. She is pretending to care about me, but I can see right through it.“Hillary, would you please stop and let us see the wound? Don’t do anything to it; you have to rinse it first with clean water,” Nora says, walking into the room with me.Ben sits up, his eyes widening at the sight of the bloodied cloth against my chin.“What happened?” He stands, approaching me, but I ignore him just like he has been ignoring me all weekend. I walk straight into the bathroom to rinse my chin and the blood off my hands and face.“Your girlfriend—I don't remember her name—she tripped Hillary and let her fall. Her

  • Falling For His Dirty Trap   Sixx

    Hillary I jump out of bed and run to the mirror. Oh no—my cheeks are flushed. I rub my whole face so it looks blotchy instead of glowing, because God forbid anyone guesses I was just touching myself to a disgusting memory of my boss groping a girl in his car.I rush back to the door and swing it o

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  • Falling For His Dirty Trap   Elevenn

    HillaryI lay on the floater, swinging my legs in the water as I stare up at the starless sky. It’s midnight or something close, and I can’t sleep. That’s what happens when you spend the day napping for over six hours. My skin still crawls from the embarrassment too.Headphones on, playlist blastin

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  • Falling For His Dirty Trap   Tenn

    Hillary I’m so bored.Wait—no. I don’t even know if I’m bored or bothered. Bentley traveled with the stunning girl from the pool the next morning. He told me nothing about his plans, just asked Isabel to say he was gone for the weekend and would be back Monday.He didn’t even let me plan his trip,

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  • Falling For His Dirty Trap   Ninee

    Hillary I don’t know much about Boston aside from Ben’s house, the airport, and his two offices—the theoretical one and the practical, heavily guarded building where the technology was kept safe. That building alone was the size of three estates combined.Anyway, I found a fancy restaurant not too

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